Chapter 22

His leader has been spoiled and superior since he was a child. How can he tolerate this man's rude remarks to the leader and his attempt to take him back to do wrong?

"If you step down, you should not see what happened today. That's all."

Ji Rao

He pulled Song Qing's sleeve and said, "forget it, let's withdraw quickly. Otherwise, it won't be good when the people from feihuazhai come. "

Banquet court stares at Song Qingdao, "deceiving people too much."

"Go." Ji Rao whispered and grabbed Song Qing's shoulder. They jumped down together.

"Stop!" The banquet court ran to the window and followed without hesitation.

"Court That person "Hi ah" a, afraid of banquet court really what matter, hurriedly followed up.

In fact, yantingzhi's martial arts are higher than song Qingzhi's, and so is his lightness skill.

Ji Rao Yu Guang sees a flash of light. His eyes are cold. He pulls Song Qing's sword aside with the thread in his hand.

"Who the hell are you?" Yantingzhi stares at jirao, his eyes are burning, his eyes are like wolves.

"It's funny, young master. We have no grievances. You've chased us for such a long time. Is that enough?"

"Cut the crap! If you don't talk today, stay here! " Then the young man rushed to jirao.

Song Qing was a sword to resist, the two fight as a regiment.

Ji Rao just wants to help. Suddenly, there is a sound of breaking the air in his ear. Ji Rao's hands stroke, and red silk twists the sword of yantingzhi. The sword can't enter half a point any more.

The young people over there have ordinary martial arts, so they can't match Song Qing. Song Qing slaps him with one hand, takes advantage of his evasion, stabs him in the shoulder with one sword, kicks him away with one foot, and then rushes to Ji Rao.

Ji Rao's red silk locks Yan Tingzhi's throat, and Yan Tingzhi's sword is in Ji Rao's heart. Both sides are deadlocked, and no one moves.

In the song and Qing Dynasties, the sword was thrust into the banquet court from behind.

Ji Rao's pupils narrowed. In fact, he didn't think about anything at that moment. He just felt that yantingzhi shouldn't die like this, if it was because of him

"Master!"

Ji Rao turns over and kicks Yan Tingzhi's sword, then rushes to push Yan Tingzhi away.

Song Qing was in a hurry to stop, but he didn't stop the sword and made a cut in Ji Rao's chest.

"Master!" Song Qing holds Ji Rao in his arms and reaches out his hand to cover his wound with a flustered look, "are you ok? Is the leader OK? "

Ji Rao grabs Song Qing's hand and says, "go back."

Bantingzhi seems to be stunned. He looks at Ji Rao's masked face and asks in a loud voice, "what do you call him?"

Song Qing ignored him and took Ji Rao and left.

Yanting wants to keep up, but suddenly something is thrown out from the other end. It bursts in the air, and the smoke is swirling around, blocking the pace of Yanting.

When the smoke is gone, where are the two people.

"Tingzhi Cough, cough. "

Under the pressure of the banquet court, he wanted to catch up with the past and quickly came to the youth, "is everything ok?"

"Nothing." The young man coughed twice, "the wound is not deep. It's you... " He looked at the banquet court and said, "do you know who that was?"

Banquet court of pause for a while, then gather next eyebrow, "don't know."

"Just now that man was called the" Godmaster ". How many people can be called godmasters?" The young man said with a wry smile, "I feel a little strange just now. Jirao, the leader of the demon sect, wears red robes all year round and uses red silk as a weapon. He is good at martial arts. I'm afraid you will suffer. I wanted you to hold them down first, and then call someone to come I didn't expect you to jump directly with me. "

"It's my thoughtlessness."